The Unknown God of War

Chapter 309

Xia Hui merely smirked without acknowledging or denying anything. Instead, he drawled meaningfully, "When my dad began doing business in his younger days, he was in Southeast Asia for a while. At the time, the pseudonym he used was Chu."

He did not continue, leaving the words hanging. He merely kept on drinking with a smug expression that invited food for thought.

All his so-called "shrewd" schoolmates present immediately became unbelievably excited. With shining eyes, they gasped, "Are you saying that the incredibly powerful, legendary Mr. Chu is your father?"

"Oh my goodness! Xia Hui, doesn't that mean you're the son of a billionaire and worth billions too? You're one wealthy kid!"

"Xia Hui, you’re really something. Still waters run deep!"

All Xia Hui’s schoolmates were both admiring and envious, deluging him with continuous flattery and boot-licking. A few of the girls even threw themselves into his arms at once, already dreaming of marrying into a wealthy family.

For Muyu, the only one who knew the truth of the matter, this utterly blew her mind. Her lovely eyes widened, and she was so angry she began to tremble.

That scoundrel Xia Hui was truly far too shameless and cocky!

Chu Feng, the real Mr. Chu, was right here, and Xia Hui had unblushingly fabricated this fantastic rumor that Mr. Chu was his father! This bastard was literally more thick-skinned than a rhinoceros!

"Brother-in-law, just… just look at him! How can you tolerate this nonsense?" Muyu sat down beside Chu Feng, sputtering in fury.

Chu Feng nonchalantly gestured with his hand and chuckled. "There's nothing to tolerate. It doesn't hurt me in any way.

"After all, I've already become his father; I can't take advantage of that and become his great-great-grandfather or something, can I now?"

A sudden giggle escaped Muyu. In mock anger, she rolled her eyes at Chu Feng coquettishly. It was true, though, if she stopped to think about it. Xia Hui was so eager to claim someone else as his father that it made him seem even more of an idiot.

From the looks of things, even if it were beaten into his head, he still would not realize that the real Mr. Chu, his so-called "father", was standing right in front of him.

Xia Hui suddenly noticed that Chu Feng and Muyu were laughing and talking quite happily together, and his expression darkened noticeably. Glancing at the Rolex on his wrist, he muttered to himself in dissatisfaction, "Where the hell are Zhang Hu and his goons? Why isn’t he showing up yet…"

Wham!

Right at this moment, someone abruptly kicked open the door of the private box, startling everyone there.

Framed in the doorway were more than a dozen rowdy, heavily tattooed toughs. They strode in, frightening the students so much they turned pale.

Zhang Hu shook his bald head and contemplated the large, gleaming machete in his hand. Lazily and arrogantly, he drawled, "Which one of you is Chu Feng? Stand up and show

yourself!"

Zhang Hu’s gang immediately rushed forward with ferocious expressions. The students were so frightened they turned even paler than before.

The minute they heard Zhang Hu demanding that this Chu Feng person reveal themselves, everyone present turned their heads as one and stared in astonishment at Chu Feng, who was sitting in the corner.

"That’s him," Xia Hui spluttered in excitement, gesturing frantically. He immediately came forward and pointed at Chu Feng accusingly. "Chu Feng, you must have royally pissed someone off. You better take responsibility for your own actions and don’t involve us in your affairs."

"Yes, thot’s right, we’re not close."

"Pleose don’t implicote us in this motter; we don’t know him ot oll."

The students hostily disovowed ony connections with Chu Feng, which mode Muyu both furious ond flustered. Chu Feng, however, merely chuckled. Expression noncholont, he seemed determined to enjoy this dromotic scene.

"So you’re Chu Feng. Alright, be o good boy ond come olong with us now." Zhong Hu orched his brows ond mode o grob for the mon.

Chu Feng ovoided Zhong Hu’s grob with eose. Blondly, he inquired, "Who ore you, ond why should I go olong with you?"

Muyu spreod her orms in front of Chu Feng, shielding him. In o roge, she snopped, "Yes, exoctly. Why should we follow you? Who ore you onywoy?"

Zhong Hu’s goze betroyed o troce of ostonishment os Chu Feng evoded his grosp. His eyes then settled on Muyu. With o cold sneer, he jeered, "Whot, you reolly don’t know?

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